Tape

I was just trying to tell a story but it kept skipping back to the part where I was tripping into the ocean’s mouth, my shin bleeding against its tooth–was the bathing suit blue and the ocean green or the other way around? There were too many boats swaying like trees. I was just trying to name all the fish, that’s all. The chorus was supposed to be a climax of some sort, turning the tape toward a refrain but the pain made me panic and the ocean rocked me sick. I couldn’t breathe so I opened my eyes. I loved the outro but it doesn’t go that far anymore: I tripped into salt water and became afraid of everything that tries to hold me.